Remember: Not safe for work, not safe for minors, not safe for people of a nervous disposition, not safe for tall attractive redheads, not safe for minelayers, not safe for that little kid over there on a scooter shouting "poo! poo! poo!"

Like this latest chapter. The nut with the bagpipes seems to have stared into the abyss too long. He certainly smiles like one of the Crossed.

But I have a question for Si.

I have all the Crossed trade paperbacks, and plan to get the other ones when they come out later this year. But I would love to read a Crossed trade from a non-Western viewpoint. A story following survivor(s) in South America, or Africa, or India, China or Japan or Russia would be awesome, if only for that cultural disconnect. Crossed in China would be something else, because I would think survival and hiding would be that much harder, given the higher population there and the higher population of Crossed.

I can't say for sure, but I'm pretty confident you'll get your wish. The "Badlands" biweekly comic is running new arcs in rapid succession by all sorts of amazing writers and artists. Some are inevitably going to be Westernish (purely because the majority of the readers want to feel they can relate to the situation/characters/cultural mores) but I'd be amazed if you don't get some more exotic stuff before very long.

It's... it's kind of hard to explain. It's something Scottish people supposedly say when they mean "hey!" or "oh gosh!"... but I greatly doubt any Scot has ever actually said it. It's become synonymous with Scottish cliches - ginger wigs, tartan and kilts, most recently used in the Maynards "Wine Gums" TV advert:

Imagine a Brit raising an ironic eyebrow and saying "Top hole, old chap!", or an American overdoing a "Have a nice daaaaay now."

As always, the wait between episodes is going to feel too long. Need to see how shaky escapes that group of Crossed (I suspect being a lucky cunt someone will inadvertently sacrifice themselves to make sure he escapes), and what the hell is the information? I define my weeks by Thursday these days.

Pull my finger is a joke or prank regarding flatulence in which a mark is asked to pull the finger of the joker, who simultaneously farts so as to suggest a causal relationship between the pulling of the finger and the subsequent expulsion of gas.

In 2008, an iPhone app called Pull My Finger was one of the most popular apps in Apple's App Store, purchased over 50,000 times in less than one week. It allowed users to pull a virtual finger, activating the sound. The phrase is now the focus of a legal battle between Pull My Finger and iFart over the use of the phrase

I want to know more about this Jackson. A violent man who seems a little crazy, and wanders around satisfying his own desires. In a world of definitely crazy monsters, who wander round being violent and satisfying their own desires.